文本歌词

He rode easy in the saddle he was tall and lean
And at first you thought nothing but a streak of mean
Could make any man look so down right strong
But one look in his eyes and you knowed you was wrong
He was a mountain of a man and I want you to know
He could preach hot hell or freezing snow
He carried a bible in a canvas sack
And folks just called him the reverend mr black
He was poor as a beggar
But he rode like a king
Sometimes in the evening
I could hear him sing
I gotta walk that lonesome valley
I got to walk it by myself
Aingt nobody else can walk it for me
I got to walk it by myself
If ever I could have thought this man in black
Was soft and had any yellow up his back
I gave that notion up one day
A lumberjack came in and it wasn't to pray
Yeah he kicked open the meeting house door
And he cussed everybody up and down the floor
Then when things got quiet in the place
He walked up and cussed in the preacher's face
He hit that reverend like the kick of a mule
And to my way of thinking it took one pure fool
To turn the other cheek to that lumberjack
But that's what he did the reverend mr black
He stood like a rock a man among men
Then he let that lumberjack hit him again
And then with a voice as kind as could be
He cut him down like a big oak tree when he said
You gotta walk that lonesome valley
You got to walk it by youself
Oh nobody else can walk it for you
You got to walk it by myself
It's been many years since we had to part
And I guess I learned his ways by heart
Cause I can still hear his sermon's ring
Down in the valley where he used to sing
I followed him yes siree and I don't regret it
I hope I will always be a credit
To his memory 'cause I want you to understand
The reverend mr black was my old man
You gotta walk that lonesome valley
You got to walk it by myself
Oh nobody else can walk it for me
You got to walk it by myself
You got to walk that lonesome valley
You got to walk it by yourself
Oh nobody else can walk it for you
You got to walk it by yourself